The Fall of Summer

Written by: jim joyce

Yesterday she  left , warm and sunny ,all  pleasant and funny
Spend some time with me she said, for soon I will leave
I lingered many months,  my season ends , I will come again so don’t bereave 
 Gone are the long summer evenings full of crickets ,cicadas and fireflies flickering light,
 Blinking their secret codes, mysterious and magic , in plain sight 
  Marking time with the pale yellow moon passing thru starry fields of dark summer nights
 Fall sweeps in, proclaiming loud and clear, the death of summer is now so near
The  seeds run full nourishing the land , acorns dropping ,and everything ripens,
 Soon the trees will change their skin and like magic a new life appears
From vibrant  green to orange, red and yellow 
 Long slow and rolling , dark green and pale ,the waves  tamed and mellow, carry their lament 
Carrying a sharp edge the cold ,damp wind brings sudden intent
 Grey banks of clouds, long and low  stretch to the horizon with  their rainy content
Soon Jackets and jeans ,sweatshirts and sleeves will take their rightful place ,
 Layer upon layer will I make of bare legs and chests that were openly seen
The  deserted beaches , falling  skies, pale and pink, all proclaim the long rest is now at hand
Painted pumpkins all in a row dot the land with orange and black
Mister owl haunts the night in his  favorite wood on wing and nightcap
While  lingering over bare earth and frosted fields of yellow corn  and golden ripe wheat
 Couples and  lonely people  ,walking silently, hand in hand, hurry back to their retreat 
And  sailboats huddle close together on dry land almost within  reach and wistfully watch  the sea
 And  I will sit near a warm glowing  fire, book in one hand, sipping hot cocoa or  tea